Ever since you had married Judge Turpin, you'd been a very unhappy woman. He'd been horrible to you and everything had been about his pleasure. He cared not what you felt about any of it.
     In contrast, Sweeney Todd or Benjamin Barker (you've referred to him as both although mostly Ben since it is his real name) was good to you. He cared for you deeply, making sure you were always happy and safe. So it hadn't been surprising that you fell in love with him. For the first time, things were different and you were happy.
     As time went by, your relationship with Ben got more intense and finally, you had decided to get married. So, here it was, the night of your wedding and the two of you were headed off on your honeymoon.
     The two of you had had a good chat with the innkeeper and were now in your room. You were getting ready for bed when Ben walked up behind you and hugged you from behind, his lips on your neck.
     You sighed in contentment. His lips continued covering your neck and shoulders in sloppy wet kisses, occasionally leaving a hickey here and there. His lips moved further down so that he could run them down your spine. The attention made you melt into his arms and you moaned.
     He chuckled against your skin. Reaching up, he began slowly pulling off your overgown. Next, he unbuttoned your corset, letting it fall to the floor. You shivered as your body was slowly revealed to the air. Ben held you closer as he continued to peel off layer after layer of your clothes until only your underwear remained.
     He trailed kisses up and down your spine, making you melt into his arms. Finally, he turned you to face him and smiled a mischievous grin. You rolled your eyes, getting impatient with him.  You began removing his own clothing while he caressed your soft skin, touching everywhere he could reach.
     By the time you got to his shirt, his mouth was on your breasts, sucking in a nipple. You inhaled sharply as you rushed to remove his shirt, unbuttoning it so fast you just might've ripped a few buttons off in your haste. Ben didn't seem to care, however, as he was now thrusting two fingers inside of you to check how wet you were.
      With one swift movement, Ben grabbed you up into his arms and carried you over to the bed. He laid you down on it and stripped off his shirt before laying over top of you. Your fingers tangled in his bi-colored hair as he kissed you at last, deeply and passionately.
      He touched every part of you, twisting your nipples, grabbing your ass, and massaging your clit. Your hands moved from his hair down to his pants and you made quick work of the fastenings before tossing them to the floor.
     Ben grabbed ahold of you, lifting you into his hips so that he could kiss you deeper and more intensely. A second later, both of you had thrown off your underwear. Positioning you, Ben lowered you onto his aching erection, groaning in pleasure as he did so.
     You threw your head back and let out a moan, allowing the mixture of pain and pleasure to overwhelm you. Ben was gentle with you, only filling you as much as you were ready to handle. He kissed you to help relieve some of the pain and then rolled his hips to impale you just a bit further. In this way, he worked his way inside of you.
     When he thought you were ready, he slowly lifted you before lowering you back into his erection. After awhile, the pain dissapated and he began bouncing you up and down on his cock.
     The feel of him sliding in and out of you was driving you crazy with want and you thrust your hips back against him. He lowered you back into the mattress and gripped your hips tight as he pounded into you.
     The whole time, the both of you moaned loudly, filling the room with the noise. Finally, he felt his orgasm approaching and he held you tight against him as it washed over him.
     In the aftermath, you still clung to your husband, arms wrapped around him. "You ok there, wifey?" He teased.
     "Just fine, hubby." You teased right back. "But I'd like another round."
     Ben pushed you into the mattress as he thrust into you again. "I think that can be arranged."